This autobiography was taken down in interviews with John Ciardi and Joan Reid, and put into book form by Desmond Flower. In it, Bechet reacalls his life in music, highlighting his narrative with tales of Sunday afternoon bucking contests between black and Creole musicianers, his deportation from London, and the gunfight that put him in jail in Paris."
Paperback
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240 pages
Published
December 31st 1978
by Da Capo Press
(first published November 30th 1961)
As an autobiography, this book by the great jazz saxophonist/clarinetist is practically worthless. But that's not really what this book is about.
The first half (and much of the rest) is something else entirely - a beautifully poetic, homespun meditation on the nature and meaning of music, particularly as it relates to being a black American. At its best, it's really remarkable.
Treat It Gentle
can't really be taken as a factual work, for the most part. The long chapter about Bechet's "grandfather
As an autobiography, this book by the great jazz saxophonist/clarinetist is practically worthless. But that's not really what this book is about.
The first half (and much of the rest) is something else entirely - a beautifully poetic, homespun meditation on the nature and meaning of music, particularly as it relates to being a black American. At its best, it's really remarkable.
Treat It Gentle
can't really be taken as a factual work, for the most part. The long chapter about Bechet's "grandfather," Omar, is in reality an elaborate retelling of the Louisiana folktale of Bras-Coupé, the legendary one-armed runaway slave. That this chapter can't possible be "true" hardly matters - it's really an amazing forty-page essay on slavery, freedom, music, and what it means to be human.
Sidney Bechet could be unpleasant, even violent, at times. But he was a remarkably talented musician, as his many recordings show. And
Treat It Gentle
shows that, at some level, he was a very wise man, and a deep thinker.
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like many books in my library, i've been meaning to read this one for a while now. what an amazing life story sidney bechet recounts in this text! from the first chapter, where he describes his grandfather omar's heart-wrenching story, bechet keeps you engaged, interested, and in his heart. why is it that musicians have a way of telling stories that just grabs my attention? (on the flip side of that, at times they can be a bit UNbelievable) :) his tales of playing gigs and funny anecdotes about
like many books in my library, i've been meaning to read this one for a while now. what an amazing life story sidney bechet recounts in this text! from the first chapter, where he describes his grandfather omar's heart-wrenching story, bechet keeps you engaged, interested, and in his heart. why is it that musicians have a way of telling stories that just grabs my attention? (on the flip side of that, at times they can be a bit UNbelievable) :) his tales of playing gigs and funny anecdotes about those gigs are wonderful!
ultimately, bechet thought life is about music, and where the music belongs is foremost in your heart. his ideas aren't necessarily mind-blowing, but they are so honest and humble - nothing is more important than playing music with a genuine spirit for both you and the people.
the only questions i now face (from reading his autobiography) are... if only a black man can play the blues, how do i (as a white woman) approach this? can't i, too, relate some of my experiences as a white woman into this music? why does the music have an owner (a question i've had for years)? if we're contributing something of our own into the music, doesn't it belong to us as well?
bechet also brings up the point of paying homage to the past -- what came before! i whole-heartedly agree with this notion, but where does the tradition start? how far back do we go?
i love this book, and i would recommend it to anyone interested in music!
A good autobiography about a true icon of jazz. Sidney Bechet, clarinetist and saxophonist, came up with the likes of Louis Armstrong, Joe Oliver, Freddie Keppard and Buddy Bolden, even beating Armstrong to the recording studio by a matter of months.
It's obvious this autobiography was dictated by Bechet and, in fact, he passed away just before it was first published in 1960. The language is of the time, pulling words and phrasing from early 20th century New Orleans, New York and Europe. As with
A good autobiography about a true icon of jazz. Sidney Bechet, clarinetist and saxophonist, came up with the likes of Louis Armstrong, Joe Oliver, Freddie Keppard and Buddy Bolden, even beating Armstrong to the recording studio by a matter of months.
It's obvious this autobiography was dictated by Bechet and, in fact, he passed away just before it was first published in 1960. The language is of the time, pulling words and phrasing from early 20th century New Orleans, New York and Europe. As with any biography of early jazz musicians ("musicianers," as Bechet calls them), this is a history of the music and the time. Bechet's personal anecdotes add much to such a history, though there are wide gaps that are glossed over just as though they're being told by an old man who's seen much and wants to tell it all as quickly as possible. For instance, in the late 1920s, Bechet was arrested and imprisoned for 11 months in Paris, and he gives the episode about that much space in the book, devoting more time to the trial and how he felt he was railroaded.
Bechet was a man with a temper and great passion for his music. The book is full of philosophical moments about jazz - where it comes from and where he fears it's headed (in the late 1950s). He speaks well of those he played with and laments what he sees as "personality" taking over the music in place of real musicianship and love for the music, a fitting condemnation of much of entertainment now, 60 years later.
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Recommends it for:
those unfamiliar with bechet's orthodox views on jazz.
it's easy to fall under bechet's spell on this one. unless read side-by-side with other biographical material, one may believe that this jazz trailblazer is the good-natured, though sometimes sweetly curmudgeonly, patriarch he paints himself to be. and therein lies the genius of this book.
his editors and this soprano saxophone pioneer appeared to have one goal in mind: to save jazz (as they knew it) from the scourge of then-contemporary arbiters of africanist improvised music. and so they set ou
it's easy to fall under bechet's spell on this one. unless read side-by-side with other biographical material, one may believe that this jazz trailblazer is the good-natured, though sometimes sweetly curmudgeonly, patriarch he paints himself to be. and therein lies the genius of this book.
his editors and this soprano saxophone pioneer appeared to have one goal in mind: to save jazz (as they knew it) from the scourge of then-contemporary arbiters of africanist improvised music. and so they set out with this then septuagenarian jazz man to recount his life and myriad experiences with musicians and musicianers (an important distinction in this text), all in a rather preachy tone about the "right" way to play jazz.
this is a perplexing and crafty autobiography (especially the frequently-referenced opening chapter about bechet's symbolic? grandfather, the slave/musician "Omar"), so long as it is read with full knowledge of bechet's life as a gun-toting, womanizing, british deport, who rather than "save" jazz on the soil from which he so firmly believed it was born from, instead expatriated to france, where they would play anything he asked them to.
Though one can get bogged down in Mr. Bechet's recollections of people met, sessions played, and places visited, the passages about music--where it comes from, how it should be made, what can spoil it--are prose-poetry. And though they come from a supposed "old musicianer" like Bechet, they could just as easily come from the mind of Ornette Coleman. The opening, a retelling of a story about his grandfather and slavery and music, is absolutely stunning.
This book's charm comes from Sidney Bechet's voice that comes through on every page. I have never heard him speak but actually enjoyed reading it in my mind in a voice that I imagined he would have. Sidney Bechet was obviously a great "musicianer" as he calls himself, but also an old soul who could really tell a story. You will finish this book with a greater appreciation of not just jazz but all music.
"And to give you what this Jazz is - all you need is a few men who can hear what the man next him is doing at the same time that you know your instrument and how you can say on it what you gotta say to keep the next man going with you, leading one another on to the place the music has to go."